i came down like water
Somehow I feel I have to put it down in English. Otherwise anything of it will have no sense.
Terribly I feel I waste my life, it goes down the drain, rather pretty and pleasant smelly one but whatever.
Should I change a mere aspect in the living and I’ll have more of a world from that I have now, more of a life that I dream of. For how long just I wonder.
I feel sick at the very thought that I will spend the rest of my days in it. Everything is a cliché. Everyone is a zombie. No brains, no feelings, no life. And only desire is to eat your brain, suck it out.
Me am a zombie also, no doubt. And that makes a wry face of mine. My weakness. My lifelessness.
Zettai unmei mokushiroku.
Pure pulp of desolation.
Restless despondence.
Just like when I was a teenager.
Only now it’s real. Not the carefully, lovingly, deliberately turned inside out truth of living, but the essence of vegetation. Even typing this makes me mug with disgust.
Which makes me pathetic as much as hilarious.
Tragedy of mine is thinking instead of doing.
Terribly I feel I waste my life, it goes down the drain, rather pretty and pleasant smelly one but whatever.
Should I change a mere aspect in the living and I’ll have more of a world from that I have now, more of a life that I dream of. For how long just I wonder.
I feel sick at the very thought that I will spend the rest of my days in it. Everything is a cliché. Everyone is a zombie. No brains, no feelings, no life. And only desire is to eat your brain, suck it out.
Me am a zombie also, no doubt. And that makes a wry face of mine. My weakness. My lifelessness.
Zettai unmei mokushiroku.
Pure pulp of desolation.
Restless despondence.
Just like when I was a teenager.
Only now it’s real. Not the carefully, lovingly, deliberately turned inside out truth of living, but the essence of vegetation. Even typing this makes me mug with disgust.
Which makes me pathetic as much as hilarious.
Tragedy of mine is thinking instead of doing.